*I don't own Pokémon or the creepypasta this fanfiction is based on. Pokémon belongs to Game Freak and Strangled Red belongs to the person who came up with it. Insert more legal stuff here.*

Chapter 1 Hard Times

My name is Steven. I am 16 years old and come from my home Pallet Town. The first Pokémon I've ever had was a Charmander named Miki. But she wasn't just any Charmander. To me, she was special. One of a kind. She defeated my brother Mike's Squirtle with ease and even evolved into a Charizard early. People may think that maybe weird. I thought it was AWESOME. Yes… both me and Miki have shared a very close bond. Now, I stand in front of her grave in Lavender Town.

She didn't die of old age or sickness. It would've been more peaceful for her either way. Miki didn't deserve to die like she did. You see, one year ago, my brother asked me to trade Pokémon with him. His Blastoise for Miki. I first I said no, I didn't want to give Miki to just anyone, not even Mike. But he wouldn't shut up about it for a second, so I finally said yes. So we both put the Pokéballs with our Pokémon in them in the trading machine. At first all was normal, the machine humming as our Pokémon went up the tube.

Suddenly, there was a loud pop from the machine and the power went out (it was storming that night). The trading machine just stopped in the middle of the trade. Both Blastoise and Miki, my Miki, were still inside. Me and Mike tried everything in our power to save them, but everything we tried didn't work. Finally Mike gave up and called for help while I tried to fix the machine. Finally, I resorted to the only thing I could do: pray.

I prayed for what felt like hours. I asked God to keep Miki safe until help arrived. Minutes ticked by. My hope began to fade like a flower. When help finally arrived, it was already too late. My greatest fear had come true. Both Miki and Blastoise were dead.

My life just went downhill after that. I was the last one to stay behind after the funeral services for Miki and Blastoise. I didn't go home. I stayed in Lavender Town for an entire year, just so I could be close to Miki. From early morning to the late hours into the night I would go visit her, talk to her. I just… I feel so lonely without her. I was so caught up in my grieving; I didn't care about my appearance any more.

Very soon, my long hair that reached down to my waist became dirty and unkempt- I never bothered to brush it anymore. My clothes became dirty and everyone would fix me with either a symphonic or cold stare. I don't want anyone's symphony; I just wanted to be left alone. I even gave up my title as Champion. What was the point if your best friend was gone? I'm always feeling tired and depressed. It's like someone stabbed my chest with a knife, and that wound never seem to heal. But open wounds could get infected if left untreated.

Now as I stood in front of her grave, I talked to her about how much I missed her and all the good times we had together. Some people would think it's kinda weird and creepy, talking to a dead Charizard. I say screw them. Let them think what they want, I just don't care anymore.

I decided to go back home- I wanted to settle an old score. As I said goodbye to Miki and walked away from her grave, I slowly became more and more miserable. Like I was losing my sanity. It was late at night when I emerged from the Pokémon Tower. It was a good thing no one was watching because as soon as I stepped out of the tower, I collapsed on my knees and wept.

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Yeah, I know this is short. Typed it up in one night (Woo-hoo!). So yeah, more to come. Please R&R as I write another chapter. Thanks and bye for now!

~Halfmoon22